The second volume and it is sexier, more exciting, and more WOW than the first one.
Cool shadows was over my sweaty skin, welcoming me, disguising me. I could revel in the darkness -happily lie under the stars and let the night air unravel my knotted, overworked muscles- but I won’t waste tonight on rest or fleeing pleasure. These are the hours of spies and thieves. They’re my hours.
I couldn’t be prouder to call Windydown Vale home. I mean, sure, we’ve got the Ghoul, and that’s upsetting to some. So are the bog adders, eye leeches, mirror mud, rat plague, groundbriar, choker vines, and sinkholes. All have claimed their fair share of folk, and we’ll own that. But credit where it’s due: Not a soul in the Vale has ever been trampled to death by a terrified horse.
Course, it’s early still.